“Open your dumb mouth. XXX Hesitating to click. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern. You need this.”
How did I get here? My confidence comes back. When the video ends I click to play it again. He’s too big. He is…intense. He sighs and drops his hands. There is no space for anything else but his body. I did it. His gaze has turned from assessing to stern. When I don’t move quickly he yanks my hair hard again and growls “Open.” My lips part instinctively. Even after my internal pep talk I can feel my palms are sweaty. My nose is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in short strokes. “Proof”
I slide the cursor over slowly. He must notice it. That one word describes his physique and presence. Later that night I’m working on another presentation when I noticed the red indicator on my browser light up.
